Fourth of July

It's almost Fourth of July!!  Taylor, you loved the fireworks when you were very little, then suddenly two years ago you were afraid of the booms.  The first year Grandma and you sat and watched them on television.  We turned the lights off and the sound down.  Then little fireworks started outside the window and you liked them because there were almost no booms.  We watched the same fireworks show on television lots and lots of times over the next week, because Grandma recorded it on her TiVo. 

The next year you lived in the apartment building by the water and you climbed up Grandma's leg into her arms.  It was raining just a little anyway, so we went into the house and watched from inside the glass door so you couldn't hear the booms while Emmerson dozed in her stroller with mommy.

You and Emmerson won't have any fireworks this year because France doesn't celebrate July 4th - a holiday for American independence from England.  But maybe there will be fireworks for a nice French holiday.

Or maybe your little ears won't have to suffer any booms at all!!

I love you Taylor and Emmerson.  I love you both.  I won't ever forget you.